Posted on 09/17/2001 2:31:41 PM PDT by SAMWolf
'Don't ask me to kill ... or to die'
I am a 19-year-old college student. I joined the Oregon National Guard two months before I turned 18.
I write about the possibility of war. I am still in shock about everything that has happened. I want the people responsible to pay for their crimes.
And those are the only people who should pay.
If we go to war, it will be my generation that will have to go. America will ask us to give up our dreams and to die for our country. We will be asked to leave our loved ones, to leave our educations and to die alongside our brothers, sisters and friends.
Please don't ask us to do this. I am not afraid to defend my country, but I am afraid for my country. Enough people have died already. Please don't ask me to kill others or to die myself in the name of revenge.
LAURA VILLANI, Private first class, Pendleton
Drafted Nov 14th, 1968
The Military accomodates women to be politically correct. When you are in combat the only people you can trust are the ones next to you. Women are not built physically or psychologically for war.
All the PC bull crap will not change that. They are a distraction and and an extra burden for the men they serve with. Most of them cannot even hump their own gear much less pull out a wounded comrade.
No they're not. They're lacking in several major areas, such as strength, focus, and killer instinct. They're too feelings-oriented and emotional.
The military is supposed to be a killing machine, not a camp for all comers who wanna be equal.
Bwahahahahaahahaha!!!!!
Just precious...
I guess it was one of those 'perfectly qualified' women whose rucksack and weapon I always ended up carrying along with my own on road marches!
I'm not asking you, beeyotch. I'm telling you.
Y'know, in the old, old days, officer's sidearms weren't issued for use on the enemy...
Give me a break; she won't even defend her country in conversation. This twit is a walking liability.
William Shakespeare had a few words that are applicable to you. I would paraphrase and update them here.
Rather proclaim it, Rumsfeld, through my host,
That she which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let her depart; her discharge shall be made
And dollars for convoy put into her purse:
We would not die in that woman's company
That fears her fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
"W" the Prez, Cheney and Rumsfeld,
Powell and Rice, Limbaugh and Hannity,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
To my brothers and sisters in the military:
God Speed, Do your jobs and come home safe. We'll keep the lights on.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic!)
He wanted to go, and tried, and tried, but was continually told that his work keeping the trains running was more important than anything that he could offer on the battlefield. All these years later he still feels guilty that he didn't "serve", even though his contributions were vitally important in winning the war.
Contrast his attitude with that of the cowardly girl at the top of this thread and you don't have to wonder why they called our elders "the Greatest Generation". God help us.
You too? I thought that I was the only one!
It sounds strange to me to hear the phrase 'cowardly girl' actually used to refer to a girl!
When did we ever actually decide that women have to be ruff-tuff-muffs and catch bullets to protect us?
Man, we are in a hell of a fix...
In my perfect world, only men would take that oath. However, since she has taken it, voluntarily, she should be held up to scorn and ridicule for backing out.
Please, feel free! You're welcome to post it if you think it would help in any way.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.